The Psychopath & The Suicidal Boy (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER TWO

AVERY'S POV:

I have a foggy memory of what happened after I ate the steak. He seemed to drug me out that I fell asleep. Last thing I remembered was a blurry picture of his devilish laughter and his name - Marcus. I couldn't recall anything but a strange dream. I was running out of the prairies. There was a huge fire devouring the grassland down to its decline. The smoke covered sunset was suffocating but I ran til I was out of breath.

I woke up sore. I couldn't move a single limb. My wrists were cuffed in a thick metal shackle. I couldn't bare to struggle from all the pain inflicted on my body yesterday. I heard the chains clanking. I knew I was hanging on the ceiling since my feet was not touching the ground.

I opened my eyes but I saw nothing but darkness. I was blindfolded. Where on the earth am I? I couldn't open my mouth either. It was covered with duct tape.

Worse, I was naked since we ate last night. He put my clothes somewhere out of my reach and I have no idea where they were. At first I couldn't face him. I never walked around naked with a stranger before but he forced me out of the bathroom so I have no choice but to play along with his plans.

I remembered that day in school when the news exploded that there was a serial killer going around. I didn't care. Afterall, I wanted to end my misery. Since my mom died, I was left in care of my abusive step father. There was never a day he missed beating me up. I was even deprived of food. Even my classmates used to beat me up too. So, I thought that dying was far better than living in pain. When I heard the news about the serial killer, I started hanging out in place where most victims were abducted and killed. I thought it will end my suffering.

But now that I was in the hands of the real culprit, I realized that I just put myself in greater pain. I think he will not kill me until I scream for help. The fact that help was not an option for me. If I ever call out for help or try to escape from being captive, the police will just return me to my step father. I have no choice but to stay and wait for him to kill me.

Step. Step. Step. Footsteps, they were coming from above and they were gradually getting louder. It was rather heavy nor light. It was accompanied by the jangling of keys. It must be Marcus. I swallowed hard.

Step. Step. Silence. My heart raced and even skipped a beat when the footsteps died down. I knew he was already infront of me.

I felt a light stroke of what I guess a sharp object run from my chin to the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes shut. I heard a ripping sound as my blindfold was stretched out.

"Open your eyes." He instructed. His voice was calm but it gave me chills. He was tracing the outlines of my face carefully with a knife.

I slowly opened my eyes and resigned into his will. At first it was blurry but, as my sight slowly cleared up I saw a glimpse of his apathetic face. He had the same icy stance as I saw him last night in the woods. His light hair was in a mess and sweat was slowly dripping from his forehead. He was dressed casually in a red plaid shirt and an old grungy ripped jeans. His boots were all worn out and muddy like he did some job in the garden.

"I have a present for you." His lips curved a wicked smile as he showed me the keys he was holding from his left hand.

He pulled off the tape from my mouth with his right. The knife he was holding cut through my nose. I felt the blood drip down my lips. I let out few shallow breaths then finally spoke up. "When are you planning to kill me?" I bluntly said and tried my best to hide my emotions.

"There's no rush. The fun has not started yet."

He started walking his way passed me. I heard him put something down on what sounded like a wooden surface.

"For now, you need to be released from there so you could check out my present." I could feel his breath behind me. He was undoing the lock of the thick metal shackle holding me up.

When the shackles opened, I dropped on my knees. It didn't hurt alot but my arms were really sore as I was held up like this overnight. I couldn't even feel my upperbody. So, I sluggishly kneeled on the floor butt naked with my shoulders slumped forwards and arms dangling lifelessly. I didn't even feel embarrassment, all I ever felt was pain all throughout my body and mind.

When mom was still around, I used to have alot of plans I look forward to in the future but now all I look forward to was a miserable death from the hands of a merciless stranger in a room full of crates and an aura of cruelty. He might rip me open or even something worse.

Mom. Suddenly tears streamed down my face. Where did all my hopes go? I never dreamt of dying in pain at a young age of fifteen. I promised mom I will become successful someday but the moment she left me alone with my step father, I lost track of everything. I became a piece of garbage.

"Are you ready?" Marcus was behind me, speaking in a monotonous tone.

I failed to answer. I wanted to hide my tears but they already left a mark on the dusty concrete floor.

"Hey, what are you crying about?" He asked.

Again, I refused to answer.

"Answer me, you fool!" He exclaimed. He finally raised his voice. My behavior irritated him so he kicked me hard on my upperback that I fell on the floor. I was sweating cold. My body was almost reaching its limit.

"You should be happy that I brought you a present." He grabbed me from my hair and forced me to get back on my knees. My thighs and legs were trembling as I looked at him eye to eye.

"Please just kill me." I begged. Tears started to well up my eyes again. I felt helpless but I won't beg for him to let me go nor take me home. I wanted to die.

He said nothing. He just tightened his grasp on my hair and pulled me next to a steel door. At there, I stumbled on the floor. My vision was starting to be blurry once again. I could only hear him unlock the door.

When I heard the hinges creak, I struggled to peek but the door was blocking the view. I only had an idea of what was inside when a putrid smell escaped from the opening. It was like the smell of a decaying matter in a public toilet.

"Hello, who is that? Help me! Help me please!"

Someone was there. It sounded like a woman screaming for help. Her voice was desperate for freedom. What was going on?

"I told you Laura, no one could hear you from here. This room is sound proof and this area is desolate." Marcus said in a sarcastic tone. "Anyways, I brought you a companion and playmate."

He grabbed my right arm with such great force that I winced and groaned in pain. This time he opened the door wide and pulled me in an room where the walls were covered with black egg crates. In the middle of the room was a woman with long blonde hair locked up in a huge cell made of thick iron bars. She was blindfolded, wearing only undies. I couldn't clearly see but the color of crimson on her skin tells me that she was badly beaten.

"Let me out you psycho!" Laura cried out as she forcefully shook the door of the cell to make a noise.

Marcus ignored her and started walking away from us. I heard him rummage. He seemed to be opening some crates from the corner of the room looking for something.

Laura kept shaking the door of the cell, making frantic noises and cries. Ofcourse, people living normal lives will react like this in the hands of a psychopath. But look at me, I was just lying and waiting for my death. How pitiful! I couldn't bear to go back. Atleast, in Marcus's hands, death was a sure thing.

Please kill me Marcus, I will appreciate it alot. I could only smile wryly as my body slowly give up from torment. I closed my eyes and started dreaming about a place free of misery and pain. A place where the coast were clear and the sky, where the sun shines proud, was blue. A place were the vegetation never runs out of the shades of green. A place where flowers bloom even in winter. A place that only exist when you reached the point of death.